Calmly, you said, “I wish I could go home.”
“But we are at home. You don’t think we are?”
“Where is home then?”
“In London,” you said, and then, “This is London.”
“It is, and we’re at home here.”
“Not quite,” you said again.
“Is Greece home?”
“No, no quite.” You were silent, trying to think, then you said, “Home has many meanings.”
Tuesday, 21 December 2010
I've also decided that my next official project should be to write a Christmas hit. This could both be a piece of conceptual what-have-you about familiarity and popular culture and ritual, and a brilliant moneymaking scheme. I'm from Canada. We have snow. We have Canadian content laws. I'll get it on the radio and become a big big super big star. It will be nearly as great as this:
Posted by Miss Pearson at 16:19
Friday, 10 December 2010
This video was taken as part of non-zero-one's "Hold Hands Lock Horns" series during the Edinburgh Festival in August. Enjoy, my 4 friends, enjoy!
Posted by Miss Pearson at 22:08